Crow Janie, Crow Janie, Crow Jane, don't you hold you head high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... You got to die, you got to...
And I wanna buy me a pistol, wants me forty rounds of ball Shoot Crow Jane, just to see her fall She got to fall, she got to... She got to fall, she got to...
That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head so high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and...
And I dug her grave with s silver spade Ain't nobody gonna take my Crow Jane place You can't take her place no, you can't take her...
You know, I dug her grave eight feet in the ground I didn't feel sorry until they let her down They had to let her down, let her...they had to let her down...
That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and...
You know, I let her down with a golden chain And every link I would call my Crow Jane's name Crow Jane, Crow... Crow Jane, Crow...
You know I never missed my water till my well went dry Didn't miss Crow Jane until the day she died Till the day she...
That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and...you got to die, you got to...
That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and...
Special Rider Blues 5:09 Trk 5 Nehemiah Curtis 'Skip' James Skip James - vocal, guitar and piano Album: Blues From The Delta From Vanguard 'Today!' album 1966 Vanguard Records CD 96517-2 1998
I ain't got no, special rider here I ain't got no, no special rider here I ain't got nobody To love and feel my care
(guitar)
I woke up this mo'nin Looked at spec-special risin' sun I woke up this mo'nin I looked at special risin' sun Now, I pray up to the good Lord That my special rider, she would come
(guitar)
I got up off-a my pallet
I laid down 'cross my bed I got up off my pallet An I laid down across my bed When I went to eat my break'qast An the blues was all in my bread
(guitar)
You know, I got a letter How do you reck'in it read? I got a letter An how do you reck'in it read? You better hur' up an come home Because yo' special rider, she's dead
That's the reason I ain't Got no special rider Rider, here That's the reason I ain't Got no special rider, here Now, I ain't got nobody To love and feel my care.
I love my darlin' yes I do I love her 'til the sea go dry And if I thought she didn't love me I'd take morphine and die
It was late last night when Willie come home She made one rap on the door "Is that you Willie? I'd like to know Darlin' don't you rap no more"
The last good word I heard my mother say Sonny come hold my hand/head Oh me, oh my never let a dollar by
I pawned my watch an' I pawned my chain I pawned my gold diamond ring If that don't settle my drunken spree Lord I'll never drink no more
You had me ??darn?? my ??? ??? An' all my dirty clothes It was late last night when Willie come home She made one rap on the door "Is that you Willie? I'd like to know Darlin' don't you rap no more"
I love my darlin' yes I do I love her 'til the sea go dry And if I thought she didn't love me I'd take morphine and die
I love my cherry ball better than I love myself I loves cherry ball better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, she won't love nobody else
Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way But what to take to get her, I carries it every day
I love my cherry, oh, better than I love myself My cherry ball, better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, love nobody else
Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall I advised that old cherry ball, "Keep fallin' on call"
I'll catch the Southern if you take the Santa Fe I'll take the Southern and if you'll take the Santa Fe I'm gonna ride and ramble, tell cherry to come back to me
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove I would rather be buried in some cypress grove To have some woman, Lord, that I can't control
And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay That'll be all right, pretty mama, you gonna need my help someday
And the sun goin' down, and you know what your promise means And the sun goin' down, you know what your promise means And what's the matter, baby, I can't see
I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave Than to be way up here, honey, treated this a-way
And the old people told me, baby, but I never did know The old people told me, baby woman, but I never did know "The good book declare you got to reap just what you sow"
When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold Means you just gettin' ready, honey, for the cypress grove